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"Wrecked?" queried C. C. "That's it." "And I'm to be funny?" "Certainly." "Without food and water for days, and I'm expected to be funny!" exclaimed the comedian, with a groan. "Oh, why did I ever get into this business? I'll not do it!" "Oh you're only supposed to be starving and thirsty," explained Mr. Ringold.
"Anything you boys want and can't get, let me know." When he had gone Higgins averred: "There's a fine man peaceful, refined got a lovely character, too. Let's be gentlemen while we're in his place." Ringold rose.
"I tell you I'm an officer; I arrest this " The words were cut off abruptly by a loud exclamation from Higgins and a crash of glass. Kirk Anthony's face was drenched, his eyes were filled with a stinging liquid; he felt his prisoner sink limply back into his arms and beheld Higgins struggling in the grasp of big Marty Ringold, the foil-covered neck of a wine bottle in his fingers.
He managed to cling to one side of the dory until the rescuing motor craft reached him. Then he was soon hauled aboard, dripping wet, all but exhausted, and unable to utter a sound save sighs. "Well, it was too bad," said Mr. Ringold, when C. C. was once more ashore. "I guess we'll have to get you a little larger boat." "Get me one?" asked the actor, with the accent on the personal pronoun.
So I didn't get very far. Oh, but I have found my boy!" The others drew a little aside while father and son, so strangely restored to each other by the fury of the sea, clasped each other close. "Now, friends," said Mr. Ringold, bustling up; "those of you who are wet through had better let us take care of you.
"Bring her up as clost as ye kin!" directed the self-appointed chief of the amateur fire department; "'cause our hose ain't very long. Form lines now, and dip water up from the ocean. Salt water is good for fires!" "Don't do it!" cried Mr. Ringold. "Let that fire burn!"
"The wreck it'll come close on shore, the guard says; why not make some moving pictures of it? They'll be just what Mr. Hadley wants." "That's it!" yelled Blake. "You've struck it. Go on and tell Mr. Ringold, Mr. Hadley and the others, and I'll get the fishermen. Then we'll go down the beach until we meet the life savers. It's a great chance, Joe!"
A moment later the proprietor knocked, and Ringold admitted him. "What's the " Padden started at sight of the motionless figure on the floor, and, kneeling beside it, made a quick examination, while Anthony explained the circumstances leading up to the assault. "Thief, eh? I see." "Is he badly hurt?" queried Locke, bending a pale face upon them. "Huh!
"I guess you can be in them, if you want to," said Blake. "I heard Mr. Ringold say he had one drama that called for a lot of fishermen." "Me in moving pictures!" cried the old man. "Ho! Ho! I wonder what my wife'd say to that. I've been in lots of queer situations.
Grundy has patted them on the head, and bestowed the approved, 'Heaven bless you, my children. Palma is the proudest man in " "Here is my street. Good-day, Ringold." The elderly gentleman left the car, and after awhile the young man also departed; but there seemed no diminution of the crowd, and as the track was heavy with drifting snow the horses moved slowly.
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